It moved like a school of fish made of pure math, each unit a transguard drone that had been captured, inverted, and weaponized. They weren’t attacking. They were mimicking . Copying the handshake protocols of Wi-Fi 360 itself. The enemy had built a perfect counterfeit of their own defense system.
“Guardian One is quiet,” her junior, Leo, reported. “All perimeters green.”
But for the past twelve hours, the globe had been eerily serene. No probes. No pings. No ghost traffic.